Archive | July 18, 2014

Volunteer, a drabble of Tir na Cali

Jul18

I asked people here what their favorite Cali things were. This came from a backchannel prompt

“I hear you volunteered.”

The woman – girl, the girl – was looking at Tom in a way that left him feeling naked and exposed.

Of course he was naked, except the steel collar locked around his neck. He raised one hand to it. It was light, lighter than he expected, but it was still metal, around his throat. “Um. Yeah. Err. Ma’am.”

Her laugh sounded like bells. It had to be an affectation. Or she was really All Star Cheerleader of the Kinky Slave-owning Club. “I’m not the one you’re going to have to ma’am. And I believe you’ll be glad for it?”

“Ah?” Thomas coughed again. “And why is that?” He kept his eyes on her. It was best to keep his eyes on her.

“Because.” She gestured, florid and flowery, and he had to look. “These are mine. And, while they enjoy it, I doubt you would.”

In the shade of a marble awning, in the midst of the biggest garden-type-thing Tom had ever seen, four slaves posed languidly. By some definition, they were wearing more than him – they had tinkly little chains around their wrists and ankles, an they were smiling, hapy, mellow smiles.

Thomas coughed. “No. Ah, no, ma’am. Probably not.”

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Moon Landing – Addergoole-Style

Jul18

Today’s news covered the 45th Anniversary of the Moon Landing, which, in my Addergoole-centric way, made me realize it’s been five years since I wrote the Addergoole story of the Moon Landing.

If You Believed…, titled from the R.E.M. lyrics, is set in Addergoole, 25 years after the moon Landing.

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Escape from Rochester – Camp Nano Day Seventeen (slow day)

Jul18

First Line of yesterday:

The world was on fire. Ahead of us, where Syracuse would be, the pre-sunrise sky was lit up with orange and shadowed with grey.

Last Line of yesterday:

“She shouldn’t be moved,” Lewis sighed, “but we shouldn’t’ stay here, either.”

Current Word Count:
25143

Words Yesterday:
1002

Par:
25500

Death Count:
6+

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In Which Physics is not my friend (Gardening)

Jul18

We have 8 4×6 raised beds against the garage in two 4-bed rows, made of 1×8″ locust boards.

We bought – late in the season because of shenanigans – locust enough to raise 4 of the beds up to 16″ (The posts were left tall last year for that purpose) and – even later in the season – compost/topsoil mix to fill them.

Saturday, I hauled approx. 100 gallons of dirt (mostly in 5 gallon buckets) to get one bed filled up to the top & transplanted a couple of plants that had been waiting (one poor little tomato plant is like 8″ tall and already giving me one solitary tomato).

Yesterday, I was working on leveling the back beds up to their first boards before adding in the second row. I stood on the front board to smooth out some dirt…

…and the board tipped backwards out of its screwholes, neat as you please.

Whoops.

Longer screws, more screws, board replaced. But seeing all the roots there was kinda neat. Maybe my next project, I’ll make clear plexi raised beds.

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